I am Unique and Outgoing
I wonder if some Clouds ever stop Glowing
I hear Demons Crying
I see a Sight most Mortifying
I want to Control my EmOtioNs
I am Unique and Outgoing
I pretend to be Happy
I feel rather Crappy
I touch my Soul
I worry about Self-Control
I cry because I'm Shabby
I pretend to be Happy
I understand the Darkness
I say things of Weirdness
I dream of True Love
I hope you don't Disapprove
I am Unique and Outgoing
